I walked carefully to the drinks cabinet, conscious that they would both be watching every step of my tall, olive-skinned, nude physique. Even something as simple as walking was something that needed to be practised if one wanted to become a high-class escort, and I had very much perfected it.

I took the gin, Campari, Vermouth, cracked some ice as best I could, and then shook them together. I acted as if I was oblivious to their attentions, but who could ignore a beautiful naked woman mixing a cocktail? And who could not stop and stare when the naked woman brought their drinks over and bent gracefully at the waist to present them?.